Broken Dreams

From little I dreamt

Of success and wealth.

During every recess

I would only think of success.

I will always be joyful

If success is handful.

Success equals health,

Which further equals wealth.

I also would wonder

About my stupid little blunder,

That my dreams will be gone

Because I am scared and groaned.

My anxiety is in a go,

To destroy my dreams and more.

In this circle of sadness

I will burst into madness.

I fear of failure,

“Cause it will help me to lure

From my work and those dear

Everywhere and here.

My failure will suppress

My career and I’ll be depressed.

Oh what am I to do

When this void is really true.

 And I will be forever sued

For the world is very rude.

Hard work and hard work

Will only save my damaged heart.

To overcome this fear,

I will simply have to rear

To bring it very near

The golden jewel here.

Laughing is the best

To make my mind unstress

In front of others not questioning distress.

But I doubt this will further,

‘Cause my frustration is the murderer

Of my unstressed mind and laughter.

Now I will be a weeper

‘Cause there will always be a sweeper,

To make my dreams disappear

And not let them reappear.

I will regret not being confident

For my ability and to procrastinate.

Oh me oh my,

How this disaster will be mine,

Me and only me,

Will suffer in this weed.